Chapter 150
“Mm,” Jensen replied, his tone indifferent, as if the person she mentioned meant nothing to him.
Sylvia sighed at his coldness. “You don’t have to treat her like she’s the plague p>
“I’ve already given her what she wanted. I can’t give her more.” Jensen paused, then met his mother’s gaze. “Mom, you promised you wouldn’t interfere in my personal life p>
“When did I say I was interfering?” Sylvia shot back, holding her hands up in surrender. She might nag him occasionally, but she had better things to do than manage his love life. She knew how to respect her son’s boundaries; he was brilliant and capable and didn’t need her making his decisions for him.
Suddenly, Jensen sat up straight, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Actually, I need you to get involved in something now p>
Sylvia eyed him suspiciously, recognizing the familiar, calculating glint in his eyes. “Involved in what p>
After Jensen explained, Sylvia stared at him as if he were a monster. “That white hair of yours really suits your monstrous personality. All this time, and I never realized you were this devious p>
“So, are you in or out p>
“I’m in!” Sylvia declared, straightening her dress. “You think I’d miss a chance to support my future daughter-in-law? Don’t worry. I won’t let you down p>
Jensen nodded, satisfied.
Within three days, the Griffin Group declared bankruptcy. The day before the official announcement, Candice had legally separated herself from the Griffin family, removing her name from all their ties. Her parents-in-law pleaded with her for help.
Sampson stood protectively in front of his daughter, facing them with a cold expression. “Candice was a widow in your son’s name for eight years She has done more than enough for your family. If you have any decency left, you won’t drag her down with you p>
He then led Candice away from the Griffin home. Back at the Fletcher residence,
her mother was ecstatic, vowing to find her an even better husband this time. Candice simply nodded along, but in her heart, she knew the only man she wanted was Benjamin.
She had to get rid of Rebekah.
The day before the school gala, Rebekah finally met up with Patricia.
“Those bruises on your arm, were they from the kidnappers?” Patricia demanded,
examining her closely. “Who did it? Did you call the police p>
Rebekah smiled and gently pulled her hand away. “I’m fine now, really p>
She had heard about the Griffin
Group’s bankruptcy. She knew Benjamin wouldn’t have lifted a finger while Candice was still part of that family, so she suspected
Jensen was behind it. When he’d called to ask he had attributed it to the Hawthorne family’
influence-after all, she was still their ‘daughter,’ and they had a reputation to uphold.
Rebekah felt a deep sense of gratitude. It seemed that ever since Jensen had re- entered her life, things had started to turn around. She made a mental note to finally treat him to that meal she owed him.
Seeing that Rebekah was genuinely okay, Patricia relaxed. “I guess being a wealthy wife isn’t as easy as it looks. There’s danger around every corner.” “It was just a freak accident p>
They chatted as they strolled through The Grand Bazaar in the heart of Capital City, the most luxurious shopping center in the metropolis. It was a hub for the
city’s heirs and heiressenet
filled with
high-end boutiques and elegant restaurants. They were there to browse the designer collections, gathering inspiration for their future studio.